Cold Feet

Chapter 8

VIOLA

I get back to the table and sit down beside Ashley after the new bar limit has been confirmed. She looks at me and smiles.

“You were gone a while,” she smiles knowingly waiting for me to spill the beans.

“I had to sort out the bar limit,” I reply blushing. “I wasn’t with him all the time.”

“Could have fooled me,” Ashley says. Bursting with curiosity, she asks, “What did he want?”

“To get together after the wedding,” I smile.

“Really?” Ashley asks surprised. “He doesn’t take it slow does he?”

I blush again as I think of just how slow we didn’t take it. I shake my head not trusting my voice to answer as I avoid Ashley’s gaze.

“You tart!” she whispers. “You didn’t!”

“Didn’t what?” I ask feigning ignorance but still not looking at her.

“I know you,” Ashley whispers again. “You dirty little girl!” she teases.

I look at her and feign offense. “Get your mind out of the gutter,” I smile.

“C’mon. Tell me, tell me!” she whispers, begging like a little child.

I have worked with Ashley for a long time and we are good friends. She knows me well and I know her well too. I’m enjoying stringing her along.

“We didn’t…” I say and let the thought hang in the air.

“…but?” she prompts.

“I had to come back here for the bar limit but you can call me commando,” I say as I sip my drink.

“Commando?” Ashley asks confused and then it hits her. Her hand flies to her mouth as she realizes what I mean. “Oh my…”

I smile at her and wink. Then her eyes flick to a point above and behind my head and a moment later I hear his voice again.

“Is this seat taken?” he asks.

Of course not, and if it was, it would have become vacant right now just for you, I think before I reply. “No, but I’m guessing it’s about to be.”

“That all depends on whether you’ll permit me to be seated,” he smiles as he waits for permission.

What a gentleman, I think wondering what he’s done with my panties.

then

sits as I look at Ashley. She gives me a quick wink and then excuses herself from the table. I

busy schedule for a

“You may,” I reply.

you’ve truly outdone yourself with the immaculate planning and execution of this wedding. It’s fabulous.” Rick says lightly. His voice is confident. It has an authoritative but kind tone. One that says, I’m in charge and I know what I want. I

scent of his cologne again. It carries a hint of wood and it’s strong. Not in the sense that he has used too much, the

blushing again. I’m blushing between my thighs and I’m pretty sure he knows

top wedding planners

the best I can for my clients. They are important and it’s

very noble way of

don’t you? I

you. I simply believe in giving credit

incline

put our earlier moment aside? There’s something else

about?” I ask surprised.

whether you want to admit it or not. I believe I’m also one of the best at what I

to talk business? I start to feel deflated, disappointed.

we can talk about collaborating. I have a big

understand that but I provide a niche service,” he replies. “I doubt you have someone like me on your team. Very few wedding

I respond. “What exactly

and reaches into his jacket. He removes his wallet and takes out a business card. He returns his

it immediately. I am mesmerized by his moves. They seem

a lawyer,” Rick

words hit me hard. A lawyer? What

furrows in confusion. “Why would I want to collaborate with a lawyer?” I don’t like lawyers for personal reasons and I

prefer to have prenups drawn up before they get married. Some even want a last will and

nod slowly. “Okay, that

forward and continues, “That’s

mean

the

wrong hole. I cough and splutter as I put down the glass. When my coughing fit is done, I take another few sips so my voice can return to normal. “Divorce?” I say a little too loudly and the guests at the next table glance our

“Yes, divorce,” he repeats.

wiped out. I feel like I have crossed into

do realize that this is one of the most beautiful days a couple will ever have

the most beautiful days. It doesn’t

to end in divorce sooner or later?” I ask incredulously. This time I keep my

let me give you an idea of what I’m talking about. In California alone, divorce rates are estimated to be ten percent higher than

something as bad as divorce?” I ask in

average is? It’ll make you wonder why ‘till death do us part’ is still being

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